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if I owned NCIS, Cote de Pablo would've never left

Tony was just sitting at his desk, pretending to be busy, when the elevator dinged open. He straightened hurriedly, in case it was Gibbs, but it was just a girl, maybe 19 or 20, who looked around, then headed over towards him.

"Are you Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo?" She asked forcefully. He frowned suspiciously.

"Maybe."

She nodded.

"Wonderful, where is Special Agent Gibbs?"

He shrugged.

"Out. He'll be back within the hour."

He watched her as she settled in Bishop's desk. She hadn't taken her reflective aviator sun shades off, and so DiNozzo couldn't really tell where she was looking. She had black high top vans, olive cargo jeans, and a black 3/4 sleeve cotton knit. Her hair was French braided on the top, then it turned into a high pony-tail.

Tony didn't usually give everyone this level of observation, but the girl reminded him almost exactly of Ziva, down to the cold, yet flirty aura she had given off when they first met.

"That's my co-worker's desk." Tony told her coolly.

"Well, I wasn't aware Ziva still worked here. Though I suppose you could be talking about Bishop." She told him, her eyebrows raised above her avies. Tony's head snapped up.

"How do you know Ziva and Bishop?"

He demanded.

She smiled mysteriously and looked at the elevator as Gibbs disembarked.

"Gibbs. Shalom." She said, going and hugging him. Tony mentally filed away the fact that she spoke at least a little bit of Hebrew. McGee, who had come up with Gibbs, leaned over Tony's desk.

"Who's that?" McGee hissed. Tony shrugged.

"Don't I wish I knew."

McGee narrowed his eyes.

"You didn't do any prying into her life? No hacking onto Gibbs' computer? Nothing?"

Tony shook his head.

"Are you sick?" McGee asked, putting his hand to Tony's forehead. He swatted it away.

"No, McNurse, I'm not."

The truth was, ever since Ziva left, Tony hadn't really wanted to do anything. No prying, no flirting, no sake bombing. He hadn't played a trick on McGee since before Parsons ruined everything by attacking Gibbs.

Tony blamed Parsons. Stupid Parsons had triggered Ziva's stupid 'Israeli sense of duty.' Stupid McGee had followed Ziva's stupid loyalty. Which had triggered Tony's stupid guilt that he hadn't, which made him decide to turn his badge in with them. Which had ruined everything. And then, Tony and McGee got their badges back and after a huge mess, Ziva decided not to get hers back.

"Bella!" Abby's squeal jolted Tony's bitter thoughts.

"Abby knows her too?" McGee echoed Tony's thoughts. As Abby engulfed her in a hug, Bella stood tense, like she'd been expecting attack.

"Hereicameupheretotalktogibbsandifindthatyourehereandwhyareyouherenotthatimunhappytoseeyou-"

"Let'er breathe Abs." Gibbs intervened looking at Bella, who stood uncomfortably, like she was reliving really bad memories. Abby released her, and Bella gave her a tense smile.

"Good to see you Abby."

"Why 〰are〰 you here Bella?" Gibbs asked, not unkindly.

"Ziva's in trouble. I was told she is dead." Bella answered bluntly, causing a dead silence from the squad room.

"You were told what?" Gibbs asked after a minute.

"That she was dead." Bella repeated. "But I will not believe that."

" Good. " Abby said quietly. "There's hope, then."

Bella nodded. "Ziva was a better fighter then people know. And I also do not trust Samir."

"Samir?" McGee asked.

"The last Bodnar." Bella responded bitterly. The team mulled this new information over.

"There's another one?" McGee asked tiredly. Bella nodded. "The new assistant director of Mossad."

"Can we go back to how you know Ziva and Bishop?" Tony spoke up. McGee nodded.

"And Gibbs, and Abby." He tacked on.

"And Ducky and Jenny and Kate?" Bella continued, making everyone pause again to look at her.

"Hell, I might as well get it ALL over with." She finished.

"You know Ducky?" Abby asked, surprised.

"You knew Jen?" Gibbs asked, obviously startled by this unknown tidbit.

"You knew KATE?" Both Tony and Tim asked at the same time.

Bella sighed and sat back down at Ziva's old desk.

"Gibbs, I met in Russia, on an op. Almost killed him, not realizing he was a US agent. I thought he was a Russian assassin. After meeting him, when I was maybe, 9, I decided not to kill him and-"

"Hold on! You were on a op at age 9?"

Tony interrupted, drawing a glare from Bella. He shrugged. "That's an interesting childhood."

"They were short officers." She snapped, before continuing.

"Two years later I was at a forensics retreat at the California Bureau of Investigation, where I met Ducky. He was presenting on Forensic Psychology, and though I didn't attend his presentation, he managed to capture my interest after he mentioned that he worked with Gibbs."

"And then she met me!" Abby interrupted. Bella gave her a small smile.

"Yes. I met Abby in a coffee shop the month after. She was the fourth person I had met from NCIS. I had met Kate in Hawaii about a year before I met Gibbs. When I saw Gibbs again when I was 12, I decided I should join NCIS. "

"And here you are 5 years later, with badges to 4 different federal agencies."

Gibbs finished.

"I am...restless, I suppose." Bella admitted.

"And you have a tendency to bully people into letting you have a badge while you still hold others."

"I have never tipped secrets from one agency to another." Bella replied indignantly.

"The expression is 'spilling' secrets." Tony corrected automatically. She shrugged.

"Whatever."

Gibbs' phone rang, making everyone jump. He picked it up.

"Mmhmmmm...k,...we're on our way."

Tony grabbed his gear.

"That a case call, Boss?"

Gibbs nodded. "Gear up. Dead marine in Annapolis"

Tony and McGee headed towards the elevator, but Gibbs looked back.

"You coming, Bella?"

Bella grinned, hopped off Ziva's desk, grabbed a backpack from who knows where and squeezed in the elevator before it closed.